purreed tomatoes
Carrot
Some onions
A little oil
A little salt
A very little sugar

Slowly bubbling
The noodles
Clinging together

The chicken
Browning in butter and flour

I turn the tv off

I just listen
Crackling fat
Sizzling juices

A wooden spoon
Making a low rub
Against a metal bottom

Just a little sauce in a bowl
With a bit of starch

Red and white
Sharp tones on my tongue
Firm and liquidy in my mouth

It’s magic

I’ll never know why people think it’s a chore
It’s creation
It’s love

You are making love
That you can eat and taste and smell

My favorite part of cooking for myself
is how much I just love myself
To make something that tastes so good